For the very first time i found myself reading romance, and it sure feels good. Thanks dear Writer, more grace. And you just got a fan. Let me know if anything is needed to improve this career of yours.

Onyeocha20:
Re: TORN (based On A True Life Story) by aluma
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Abeg if una no say una story never complete make una nor come dey put person for suspense here all the time..

Nawooo fr u.......

Seriously

@all... Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. I'll update today.
All my stories on Nairaland are always completed *winks*

I guess this ur story am reading. u skip a lot of details. although it's an interesting story.

Why is the story not complete na.mtcheew.pls complete it abeg.

[color=#000099][/color]cool story i love it

TORN 30

She sat on the leather chair, wet face, red eyes.

"Hello."

"Dad it's Funmike."

"How are you dear?"

"Am fine. Daddy, Foluke doesn't want me at her wedding."

"Oh... well, you know, it's her wedding. She is allowed to do whatever makes her happy."

Her jaw dropped in shock. She couldn't believe that he would support Foluke, "But I am her sister."

"Yes, you are, but, you know the way people react when they see you with us."

She closed her eyes. The ache in her heart magnified.

"My family once accused your mother of having extra marital affairs. The DNA test you did vindicated her."

She opened her eyes and sighed.

"If our in-laws see you, they might get unnecessarily apprehensive."

She frowned, "How long are you going to keep hiding me from the world?"

He groaned, "I will credit your account today. Just go on a vacation, okay?"

Her chest tightened in pain. His refusal to acknowledge her before their in-laws and the whole world gnawed at her. It was worse than her elder sister's rejection.

I admire her strength to keep on living, it's so emotional.

So sad,I feel pity 4 her. If it were 2 b me... I'll jst live my life as if dey neva existed(neva had a family) and neva again giv myself any room 4 emotional ish. Its a story anyway :/

TORN 31

She sat on her luggage and folded her arms across her chest. She had heard of the harmattan period in the north, but the dry biting cold was worse than she had thought. The thick jean jacket she wore over the long-sleeve red blouse barely kept her warm. Her stiff feet made her eye the red boots with disdain. How did cold air seep in?

"Funmike."

She raised her head and saw him walking towards her in a jeans and a white long-sleeve sweat-shirt. He was more handsome than the first time she saw him face to face. The mere sight of him took her breath away.

Dantenimu hurried to her side and helped her up. She looked fairer, prettier and her long big brown shoulder length braids gave her a royalty look. Were his eyes deceiving him? The curvier hips and noticeably fuller bosom meant one thing. She had added a little weight.

He had been ecstatic when she called and asked him to pick her up at the airport. She was in Abuja on vacation. God had indeed given him an early Christmas gift- Funmike Williams.

This is the first story I choose to read on this platform and am so happy you didn't disappoint me ma'am. Well done work dearie. Please endeavour to finish it ok, well done and thumbs up.

TORN 32

They got out of the white Jaguar and strode towards the white and brown five bedroom mansion. The compound reminded her of home. She frowned. Her father's house was far from being a home. It was more or less a roof over her head, a necessary habitat she hoped to leave as soon as she graduated.

Dantenimu opened the door and helped her to carry the bag into the house. She followed him in. The hallway was decorated with framed family photographs.

"Come," he reached out for her hand, "I think my parents are still awake."

She met his excited dark eyes. Her tummy turned over in fear. What if they don't like her? What was a twenty-eight year old man still doing in his father's house?

She stilled her emotions and allowed him to lead her into the first room in the hall. They sauntered into a beautifully furnished sitting room. White wall, cream curtains, brown rug, coffee brown leather chairs arranged in a semi-circle facing an 80 inch curved flat screen TV. She smiled in appreciation. She liked the room.

u are the best luv plss more update

Exciting

i write coz u ar one of d bst

TORN 33

"Dad, mum, meet my friend, Funmike Williams," he held her by the hand.

Two pairs of eyes observed her. She felt like a lab rat under a microscope.

"You are welcome dear," the dark skinned lanky elderly man grinned at her.

"Thank you sir," she smiled back at him. He was an older version of Dantenimu.

"How are you doing darling?" the dark skinned slim elderly woman broke into a smile.

Her initial fear disappeared, "I am fine ma."

"Let's go girl, goodnight folks," the curiousity in his parents' eyes made him grin. He could tell that they wanted to ask questions.

"Goodnight," she waved at them and allowed him to whisk her out of the room.

"My apartment is behind this mansion," he carried the luggage outside.

"Really?" she met his gaze.

"I almost moved out years ago, but, I decided to build a house on this land, so that I can watch and take care of my parents."

"I see..." she wasn't completely sure of what he meant. She walked behind him, trailing his long strides along the flowery pathway.

Getting more interesting............

TORN 34

"We used to live in Jos."

Her eyes flew up to meet his distant look. He held her bag in one hand and opened the door to the three bedroom bungalow with the other. She walked in after him.

"We relocated to Abuja many years ago after a life altering tragedy."

The sad glint in his eyes tugged at her heart.

"My siblings went to church one evening. I had a tummy ache, so I couldn't go..." he swallowed spittle.

Her concerned gaze remained on his face.

"They... they... a group of Jihadist locked everyone in the church and set the building on fire."

Overcomed by sorrow, she covered her mouth with both hands and tried not to scream.

"No one... no one survived," he dropped the bag and staggered to the seatee.

Funmike settled on the chair closest to her. She held his gaze and wished she could make his pain disappear.

"My mother lost her marbles and my father... my father..." he gave a shake of head, tears flowed.

She got up and went to his side. She couldn't imagine what they must have gone through.

TORN 35

She sat beside him and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, "I am so sorry," she blinked back tears.

"Thanks," he wiped his wet face with the back of his hand, "We bought this land when we came to Abuja, established Nice Baby Limited and tried to move on."

She thought she had issues. It dawned on her that Dantenimu and his parents were dealing with something worse.

"We are learning to lean on God and trust in him. He has remained faithful every single day."

She nodded with understanding.

"How long will you be staying?"

She shrugged, "Maybe till after the wedding."

His puzzled stare settled on her unhappy face, "Why?"

"She doesn't want me at her wedding," she choked with tears, "My parents inclusive," she began to sob.

"Even if the whole wide world cast you away, God will never, ever leave you or forsake," he wiped her tears away.

She sniffled and looked back at him.

"I am not going anywhere either," he smiled at her, "I have two guest rooms, you need to pick one," he helped her up.

Loving this

Nyc

Aww i really feel for both Funmike and Dante,its not easy. Thumbs up Shewrites,beautiful narrative skills.

Nice story. Following you bumper to bumper

I just kept crying...!

[i][/i]mehn no b lie dis tory bam, na so I go dey follow dis tory till d end

@all... I will resume updates later today. Thanks for following *winks*

I must confess u r really a good writer.... even an average learned person will understand every bit of your story line...
Kudos to ur good works.... really touched tho

am falling in love wt ur write up

Wow, very interesting one. I wish it was complete..

Following.......

Still Glued To This Story Like #super Glue..Lol Keep It Live Dear...Nice Story